Idk what you're smoking but your footballers fanfics are so gooodd, you got good ideas
thanksss I'm naturally insane like this ☺️🎀👉🏻👈🏻 (I'm also a scorpio and maybe got a lot of pent up sexual energy too ig)
I'm so happy yall are enjoying my wettest dreams around here 🤭 sometimes it feels like we are all yapping and sharing stories of our boyfriends over brunch
I know it's still already august but like ... I never really done something like kinktober or like proper halloween themed fics 👀 should I try doing it?? 👉🏻👈🏻 (mainly for my skz girlies, but if my svt, football, f1, peaky blinders girlies wanna hop in I can try too >////<)
I know it's still already august but like ... I never really done something like kinktober or like proper halloween themed fics 👀 should I try doing it?? 👉🏻👈🏻 (mainly for my skz girlies, but if my svt, football, f1, peaky blinders girlies wanna hop in I can try too >////<)
OOH GIRL THE OLISE AND JUDE FANFIC WAS SO GOOD WE NEED A PART TWO OR SMTH KEEP GOING YOU WRITE SO WELL
thank uuuu bb !! 🥰💋
I can't promisse a part two so soon but I can give another sneak peak on my drafts (since you guys love trios sm), I hope I can write/post them soon 👀✨️ (still not sure about the pics and the concepts but you got the idea 😶🌫️)
𐙚⋆.˚ michael olise x fem! reader x jude bellingham
god forbid a girl wants to get laid with two hot guys, though things get tricky when both show up on her summer trip
⤷ a/n : not really feeling great vibes today and everything is going wrong but here's my humble smut for you guys >_< hope some of you enjoy it <3 I have a lot of different fics to get through but anyway i'm not here for a long time just here for a good time :) and I just realized I might have been quite a bit inspired by mamma mia and sex and the city XD
⤷ contains : +18 threesome reader is a bit toxic sneaky link unprotected sex p in v sex m! oral receiving f! oral receiving overstimulation alcohol ⋮ ⌗ ┆ wc [ 4.5k ] — tags : @lalacorefray + @lol8-282
⤷ now playing : gimme! gimme! gimme! by abba
After a long day at the beach with your friends, fine grains of sand still clung to your overly warm shoulders, which were slightly burnt under the relentless Greek sun. The group had just made it back to the hotel and went straight to your room, while a few of the girls ducked inside for refreshing showers or popped open cans of icy soda, you slipped out onto the small balcony, phone in hand, checking your unread texts.
A soft smile tugged at your lips, but before you could read the rest of them, Jules was already leaning into your space, trying to pull the device out of your hand.
“What are you up to over there, sneaky link?” She teased. “Is that Jude?”
Giggling, you tightened your grip and pulled the phone away, but Rue swooped in from your other side and plucked it from your fingers with ease.
“So Jude’s the chosen one now?” Rue asked, handing the phone back with a playful tap to your sand-dusted hip. “Does that mean Michael is available for new situationships?”
“No! He’s just spending some time in London with his mom this summer,” you protested, feeling a rush of heat creep up your neck and to your cheeks. “Back off, we’re still very much a thing.”
“Girl, that’s a level of greed worse than the devil himself!” Cassy yelled from the bathroom, stepping out in a cool summer dress, ready for some late night drinks.
“It’s not evil if they both like it,” you giggled, thumbs flying across the screen as you typed a reply to Jude.
“Right. They like it because they don’t know about each other, but we love your greedy little mind, girlie,” Jules laughed, heading back into the room to check your closet. “Props to you for getting Jude to fly all the way to Mykonos just to spend time with you, though.”
Jude had actually been spending his summer in Italy, but the second he found out you were just a short flight away, he hopped on a plane to meet you. It was supposed to be an all-girls euro trip—no boy problems or men bothering your lives—but you couldn’t bring yourself to complain when both of your secret boyfriends were practically drooling over you and willing to do anything you asked. Even if that meant flying into Greece just for a taste of summer with you.
Later that afternoon, the heavy Mykonos air still lingered in your skin, giving you a warm, permanent glow. After a long year of working your ass off for an annoying boss—pulled into overtime as if you didn't have a hundred clubs to be at—it all finally felt worth it, twirling the pink cocktail in your glass and batting your lashes at the gorgeous guy sitting across from you.
Jude was telling a story about his upcoming season at Real Madrid and how excited he was to reunite with his teammates after the World Cup. You nodded along, biting the tip of a manicured nail between glossy lips and flashing a flirty smile every time he laughed at his own jokes.
Underneath the table, however, your thumb was quickly typing across your screen, hidden from the warm brown eyes that couldn't seem to leave your face. If only he knew who was waiting in your DMs.
@ prettybaby : omg I literally can’t find any aloe vera in this town, not how i wanted my euro trip to go, it’s over for me mick ×_×
@ m.olise : can’t change the weather babe, should’ve put more sunscreen
@ prettybaby : but I did goddamn it >< I just can’t reach my back, guess I need some help with that ^^
@ m.olise : how about my pretty girl stops whining and gets her cream delivery with me? waiting for u at ur hotel ;) couldn’t stay away from u for too long <3
You swallowed your fruity cocktail way too fast and started choking. Jude’s eyes widened with concern, forehead frowning like a cartoon as you coughed into your napkin, hastily flipping your phone face-down onto the table.
“Cheeks, you okay? Want me to grab you some water?”
You shook your head quickly, gently placing your hand over his as he reached toward you, and dangerously close to your phone.
“I’m fine, thanks Juju,” you croaked out, trying to recover your composure. “Just read a text from my mom. Thought something bad happened for a second.”
“Oh, is she alright?” Jude asked, his voice dropping into a lower tone as a teasing smirk curled his full lips. “You know, I’m still waiting for you to take her to a match or invite me to a family lunch so I can properly meet her.”
“Soon. You need to be patient, love,” you purred back.
But the sweat suddenly slicking your back had nothing to do with the Mediterranean heat anymore. You loved Jude, it was fun, low-pressure, and completely unlabelled, but now your other guy had just crash-landed right into the middle of your getaway, ready to complicate things in the best and worst way possible.
—
Jude walked you back toward your hotel with his fingers loosely intertwined with yours, his thumb brushing softly over your knuckles. The night air had cooled down, but his palm was warm and far too distracting. He was laughing about a joke one of his English teammates had pulled during training, completely unaware of the absolute panic rising in your chest with every step closer to your lobby.
As you rounded the final corner, the lit glass doors of your hotel came into view, along with a tall and unmistakable silhouette leaning casually against the wall.
Michael was dressed in a tight tank top, hands shoved into his pockets, casually scrolling on his phone. In about ten seconds, Jude would look up, see him, and recognize him instantly.
Your heart hammered against your ribs. Thinking fast, you yanked Jude by his hand, sharply pulling him to the left into a dimly lit, narrow alleyway between two stone buildings.
“Whoa, Cheeks—” Jude stumbled slightly, caught off guard, but before he could finish his sentence, you threw your arms around his neck, pressed him up against the cool brick wall and brought your lips to his.
Jude melted instantly, a soft moan escaping him against your mouth before his large hands found your waist, lifting you slightly off your feet to pull you flush against him. The kiss was deep, slow and completely intoxicating, exactly the kind of distraction you needed to keep his eyes anywhere but the main street.
He turned your back to the stones and caged your body, pulling back just an inch, his breathing heavy and lips slightly swollen. His large hands slid down to your hips, thumbs rubbing soothing circles through the thin fabric of your dress.
“Not that I’m complaining,” Jude murmured, his voice low and raspy, a seductive grin spreading across his face, “but what got into you all of a sudden?”
“Just missed you,” you breathed out, running your fingers through his curls and pulling him back down before he could look over his shoulder. “Couldn’t wait until we got inside.”
Jude chuckled against your neck, pressing a row of warm kisses along your jawline, completely oblivious to the anxiety crawling under your skin. His hands slid down to your waist slowly gathering the hem of your dress, hooking his fingers on your lace underwear and pulling it down your legs as he carefully knelt in front of you.
The alley was shrouded in shadows, casting long silhouettes against the white walls where no one could see Jude’s tongue meet your wet core. A breathless gasp escaped your lips at his bold move, though it gave you the perfect window to call for backup.
While keeping one shaky hand tangled in Jude’s hair as his lips sunk deeper, you blindly reached into your purse, slid your phone out, and sent a rushed text to the group chat.
[ girls trip 🍸 ] @ you : get michael off the lobby rn!!!!!!
Inside the lobby, Rue’s phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen, eyes going wide as she nudged Jules and Cassy, who were just talking with some locals.
The three girls immediately bolted through the glass doors, putting on their best act of surprise as they almost ran into Michael.
“Michael!” Jules gasped, stepping right into his line of sight. “Oh my god, what are you doing here?”
Michael blinked, sliding his phone into his pocket and looking at them with a relaxed smirk. “Looking for your girl. Said she needed some soothing cream, so I brought the whole package.” He held up a small green tube between two fingers.
“Aren’t you the sweetest?” Cassy chimed in, trying to snatch the tube out of his hand, but he smoothly pulled it back out of reach. “ She actually started feeling super sick after the beach this afternoon! Sunstroke, you know? She’s been under a cold shower for like half an hour. We were just coming down to get her some water!”
Michael raised an eyebrow, his head tilting slightly to the side. “She texted me fifteen minutes ago.”
“Well, I think we’re all getting affected by it—Greek heat just hits different,” Rue added smoothly, placing a firm hand on his arm to gently steer him back toward the street. “She was delirious. Kept talking a bunch of nonsense.”
“Right,” Michael said softly, a knowing, amused smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his sunglasses despite it being dark. “Tell her she owes me one and to meet her delivery guy later, then.”
“Will do, Michael! Enjoy your stay!” Jules chirped, waving frantically as he finally turned and began strolling down the stone street.
Michael paused for a fraction of a second, his shades darting toward the shadowy alley just a few feet away, where a faint murmur and the rustle of clothes barely registered over the distant crashing of ocean waves, before he kept walking.
Meanwhile in the alley, you nearly melted in the heat of Jude’s tongue sliding over your sensitive core, his full lips and the rough stubble of his jaw rasping deliciously against your inner thighs. The knot in your lower stomach pulled impossibly tight as he drank you in, his rhythm quickening until your hand flew to your mouth as a muffled climax broke over you.
Right as the wave washed over your skin, you felt your phone vibrate inside your purse. With a breathy laugh, Jude slowly drew back from your trembling thighs, standing back up to wrap his toned arms snugly around your waist. You rested your forehead against his chest, still catching your breath.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, lover boy,” you whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips before leading him out of the dark alleyway.
You parted ways at the corner, Jude heading back to his hotel with a satisfied grin, while you headed straight into the lobby to cool down and get ready for your next round.
—
It was nearly midnight when you finally arrived at Michael’s hotel. With one quick call to the concierge, he instructed them to send you straight up. A cool night breeze swept through the quiet corridors until you reached his door and gave a soft knock.
When Michael opened it, he greeted you with that familiar half-lidded gaze and a dark smirk playing at the corner of his lips. He wore nothing but a pair of navy shorts hanging low on his hips, leaving his carved chest on full display. Before you could even process the view, his arms were already around your waist.
“Are you crazy? What are you even doing here?” you giggled against his warm skin as you wrapped your arms firmly around his neck. He lifted you off your feet effortlessly, kicking the door shut behind you. “I thought you were staying in London.”
“Do I need an appointment to see you now?” His lips found the sensitive skin right below your ear, tracing a trail of damp kisses up to your jaw until they met your parted lips. “I barely get to see you during the season, and when we’re finally on vacation, you try to shut me out?”
“You were the one visiting your mom,” you murmured against his mouth as he placed you onto the plush mattress, hovering over you and framing your heated face with his hands planted on either side of your head. “And this is a girls' trip, Mick. No boys allowed.”
“Sure. Tell that to the Greek guy Cassy was flirting with in the lobby.” Michael leaned down for another lingering kiss, one hand sliding possessively down to your hips.
“What? She didn’t tell us about that—”
Your words caught in your throat as his fingers slipped beneath the hem of your skimpy summer dress, only to find that your underwear was already missing and your folds were damp and waiting for him.
A wicked grin spread across his face when he pulled back slightly, kneeling between your knees to take in the view of you bare spread before him.
“You’re insane,” he murmured, his voice dropping in a dangerously low tone.
“Not as insane as you are for me,” you teased back, sliding your palm over the defined shape straining against his shorts. With a fluid motion, you tugged the fabric down his thighs, letting him kick them aside as your fingers wrapped tightly around his hardened length.
“Well, look who isn’t that nonchalant anymore,” you purred, eyes hooding as your fingertips brushed his round tip, stroking the warm, pulsing heat of his skin.
“Shut up,” he chuckled, pressing you back against the bed. He caught your ankles, lifting your legs onto his broad shoulders as he aligned himself against your entrance.
Michael pushed inside with a smooth pressure, stretching you completely. A sharp gasp escaped you at the sudden fullness, his hands gripping your waist with that heavy and unyielding strength he usually reserved for match days.
The pace he set was relentless as always, hips driving into yours with deep and rhythmic thrusts, burying himself entirely as your walls clamped tightly around him, sending every nerve ending into overdrive. The bed groaned beneath the friction, the room filled only with heavy breathing and the slick sound of skin on skin.
Just as the knot in your lower stomach threatened to snap and pull you both over the edge, a harsh buzzing noise rattled against the nightstand. Your phone.
Michael’s dark eyes flicked toward the screen in annoyance. He reached out to grab it and see who was interrupting his moment, but your hand shot out, reaching his wrist just in time. You guided his hand down to your chest and pulled his head back down into a bruising kiss, sliding your legs off his shoulders to lock them tightly around his waist instead.
His chest damp with sweat pressed against yours as he hit that deep spot a few more times, his breathing ragged until he finally released his load, sinking his weight into you with a low groan. Exhausted, he rolled onto his side, throwing one forearm over his eyes as his chest heaved.
Totally ruined, but capitalizing on the brief distraction, you casually reached over to the nightstand, checking the unread messages and missed call. A mischievous smirk played on your lips as the chat popped up.
@ judebellingham : i can’t stop thinking about earlier baby ♡_♡ gonna meet some friends tomorrow for dinner, need u there cheeks
@ prettybaby : getting addicted to me so fast ;) me and the girls were planning on skinny dipping at the beach, but i can make some time for you xoxo
@ judebellingham : i might be the one to ditch my homies after that... god you’re driving me insane <3
“Who was that?” Michael mumbled, turning onto his side to nuzzle his face into the curve of your neck.
You immediately flipped the phone face-down onto the sheets before he could catch a glimpse. “Just my mom. Checking if I’m eating properly.” You slid closer into his arms, resting your head against his chest.
He let out a low, unconvinced hum. “You’re living on pink cocktails and beach snacks—you’ll survive. And I’ll pretend I actually believe that was your mom.” He took a deep breath, pressing a soft kiss into your bare shoulder.
“You don’t believe me?” Your voice dripped with sweet mock innocence.
“I don’t believe we still aren’t official, babe.” Michael shifted, his intense gaze locking onto yours, knocking the remaining air straight out of your lungs.
“We’re a secret thing for now,” you giggled softly, tracing a finger down his collarbone.
For tonight, Michael let it slide, partly from exhaustion, and partly because of how breathtaking you looked tangled in his hotel sheets, entirely his in the dark. But the secret was stretching thin, and deep down, you knew it was only a matter of time before you’d be forced to choose between your two intoxicating options.
—
Over the next few days, your hedonistic summer routine started looking dangerously like your day job, with packed schedules, overlapping agendas, and tight meeting times. Using every bit of your organizational skills, you managed to alternate dates between the two of them day and night. But Mykonos was a small island, and there was only so much your body could take after having your legs thoroughly wrecked every night.
On the day before your departure back to reality, you decided to spend the afternoon with Michael on a quiet beach. The sun was low over the horizon, painting the sky in a blue and orange gradient as the bustling night crowd began flooding the streets.
You and Michael sat together on the warm sand, debating whether to slip into the nearby alleys for cocktails without alerting the paparazzi, or head straight back to his hotel room where he’d undoubtedly ruin you until you fell asleep in his arms.
His fingers traced your shoulder softly before coming to a stop.
“You know… you were complaining so much about being burned, but it doesn’t really look that bad,” he said, raising an eyebrow.
You swallowed hard, keeping your eyes glued to the calm ocean waves. “I might’ve overreacted a little bit. And you brought me that magic cream, didn’t you? My lifesaver.”
Michael chuckled softly, completely oblivious to the fact that Jude had been religiously smoothing sunscreen over every inch of your body since the day he arrived. And right on cue, a familiar voice called out from behind you on the sand.
“Care to explain what’s going on here?” Both you and Michael whipped your heads around toward the sharp tone.
Jude stood just a few feet away, arms crossed, staring down at the two of you. Heat flushed straight up to your face. “Nothing! We were just talking!” Dropping all pretense of playing it cool, you immediately shuffled away from Michael, which only made you look guiltier. “Jude, what are you even doing here?”
“I have a better question,” Jude said, stepping closer. “What is he doing here?”
“We’re—” Michael began, turning to look at your rapidly panicking expression.
“Talking! Just talking,” you cut in, your voice sweet, though the slight breathlessness in your chest instantly gave you away. “Jude, how about we talk about this later? I’ll finish up here and meet you in a bit, okay?”
“Nah, why wait?” Jude sneered, locking eyes with Michael. “I’d love to catch up with my bro. Having a good summer vacation, Olise?”
Michael’s eyes narrowed into a dark glare. “How long have you been here?”
“Two weeks,” Jude rasped, the exact amount of time you had told Michael you were spending on your girls-only getaway.
Michael let out a bitter laugh. “I fucking knew it.” He stood up from the sand where he’d been cuddling with you just minutes ago. “You know what? Go back to the hotel with him and enjoy the rest of your trip together.”
“No! Michael, wait!” Before he could take a step away, you scrambled up and grabbed his wrist. But as you reached for him, you saw Jude turn on his heel to walk away, too. Driven by pure desperation, you reached out with your other hand and caught Jude’s fingers, stretching yourself between the two of them like a human tug-of-war. “Please don't go, Jude!”
“Do you have any idea how ridiculous you look right now?” Michael snapped, trying to shake off your grip, though his hold remained stubbornly loose.
“Are you both really going to throw away everything we spent together?” You pleaded, tightening your hold on both their hands. “As if I didn’t make both of you come like crazy every single day of this trip. Are you really that selfish?”
Jude’s eyes widened in almost comical disbelief. “We’re the selfish ones now? Are you serious?”
“Can you blame me for wanting you both to myself?” you blurted out, exasperated, refusing to let go of either one. “Please just let me make it up to you guys. Both of you. Just trust me.”
Jude ran a hand over his face, scowling deeply, but still rooted to the spot, clearly waiting to hear whatever absurd proposition was about to come out of your mouth next. Michael rolled his eyes and pulled his arm back, but he didn't walk away, staring you down for a long second.
“I swear to God, if you’re about to suggest a threesome, I’m out—”
—
“I can’t fucking believe this.” Michael immediately sank onto your soft bed, closing his eyes as the room seemed to turn around him, his legs hung over the edge, ankles restlessly tapping against the floor.
After some cocktails at a cozy bar near the hotel, just enough to soothe the anger out of their system, you managed to sneak both men up to your room. Now on the other side of the mattress, Jude also sat with hazy, heavy-lidded eyes, running a hand over his curls for the thousandth time. “How the hell did you convince us to do this?”
“Just let go, Juju,” you whispered, leaning to his broad back and sliding your palms across his chest. With a soft touch, your fingers tilted Jude’s face upward as you tipped another splash of sweet cocktail over his lips, guiding him toward where Michael lay, shirtless, with his forearm thrown over his eyes still in denial.
Positioning Jude in front of the bed, you climbed onto Michael and slowly slid his underwear down his thighs, wrapping your fingers around his member, massaging him until he hardened instantly under your warm touch. He released a shaky, tensed exhale as you turned your back to him, straddling his lap and letting your warm walls sink slowly over his throbbing length.
Jude’s chest rose and fell heavily at the sight before him. You shuddered as Michael filled you completely, though still keeping eye contact with Jude’s glossy, dark gaze. Reaching out, your hands pulled him closer, fingers tracing his carved abdomen until you hooked your hands into the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down to free his stiff member right beside your cheek.
Your lips hungrily closed around his girth, tongue swirling around his sensitive tip, tasting the heat of his skin. A needy whimper escaped Jude’s throat, his hips bucking helplessly toward your mouth, starved for the slick sensation.
Hearing the low, muffled groans echoing between the two of you, Michael couldn't take it anymore. He suddenly pushed his torso up from the mattress with a raspy, “Fuck it.”
His large, calloused palms gripped your hips tightly, pulling you down harder as his rhythm quickened into deep, relentless thrusts against you. A surprised gasp caught in your throat, vibrating directly against Jude’s length as he pulsed inside your mouth.
“God, cheeks, you’re so fucking good,” Jude groaned, his fingers gripping into your hair.
Michael scraped every sensitive inch inside you with a possessive pace until his heat spilled deep within your fluttering walls. On the other end, Jude reached for the back of your neck with a low grunt, pulling your face flush against him as he released his own warm load inside your mouth. He drew back, chest heaving, gazing down at your glassy, blown-out eyes as you swallowed every drop.
Growing impatient, Michael pulled out of you and wrapped his arms around your waist to lean back against the headboard. Jude also didn't give you a second to catch your breath, already turning you onto your knees and pressing your chest down against the mattress right between Michael’s thighs, inches away from his rapidly hardening length.
“I think you took off a bite bigger than you can chew this time, baby,” Michael chuckled under his breath, his chest glistening with sweat as your tear-stained eyes flickered up to meet his dark ones.
“I never get too much on my plate, love,” you murmured against his tip, pressing a sweet kiss to the head before sliding him right back inside the heat of your mouth. A strained groan erupted from deep in his chest as he tilted your head slightly to push in deeper.
Jude didn’t wait for you to settle into Michael’s rhythm, driving himself back into your tight walls from behind, hands locking around your hips and yanking you back against him with every deep stroke. In a sudden move, a muffled moan burst from your lips as Jude arched your back, pulling you up flush against his sculpted chest to attach his lips to the curve of your neck.
With an annoyed, needy grunt, Michael sat forward, taking your face in his hands to drown your breathy whimpers in a bruising kiss. He guided your free hand down to stroke his bursting member right at the edge of another release. Behind you, Jude’s body shivered with intense friction, driving deeper as you leaned entirely on both of them for balance, trusting them completely not to let you fall.
Pushing to the edge of overstimulation, your climax finally hit you like a wave, racking your entire body with shuddering release. Seconds later, both men gave in to the intoxicating pleasure, spilling over you with heavy groans that mixed with your unintelligible moans.
In a tangle of slick skin, sore limbs, and ragged breathing, the three of you collapsed onto the bed in complete exhaustion. A heavy silence settled over the room, thick with the lustful scent of sweat, summer heat, and lingering desire.
“Por Dios, cállate!” the muffled voice of an annoyed Spanish tourist echoed through the thin hotel wall next door.
Jude let out a breathless laugh of disbelief, pulling you into his chest for a lingering kiss while his long fingers traced down to your sensitive hips. “You are gonna have to tone your moans down, cheeks.” A soft whimper escaped your lips at how raw and hypersensitive you felt.
“We’re nowhere near done with your greedy ass, babe,” Michael growled softly, his fingers already travelling downwards and finding your swollen, dripping clit again.
Over a skipped heartbeat, another tremble ran through your skin as both of their members shifted against your thighs, and in that very moment you finally realized that greed, gluttony, and lust were far too dangerous sins. Though you were more than willing to pay the price for all three.
if there's nowhere to go when you wanna go wild, I wanna be the driver
⤷ ⋮ ⌗ ┆the prancing horses
bang chan : the maestro
hwang hyunjin : the red knight
⤷ ⋮ ⌗ ┆the raging bulls
lee minho : mad min
seo changbin : pocket rocket
⤷ ⋮ ⌗ ┆the papaya boys
han jisung : speed racer
kim seungmin : heart of steel
⤷ ⋮ ⌗ ┆the silver arrows
lee felix : mr. PR
yang jeongin : wonderkid
⤷ a /n : was feeling creative this week so I decided to make some moodboards for my f1 girlies >////< I wanted to write a series about skz as drivers but I have no time or patience to outline a whole fic about it x_x for now I hope you get to enjoy the vibes <3
So what are your thoughts on the new Hyunjin haircut? Cause personally I'm feral how does one look that good? Someone said it on threads Hyunjin looks like a fboy but he is the human manifestation of a poem *sighs*
I am completely wrecked dizzy weak at the knees 😍 my mind is just a void of need for him to kiss me on the backstage like a rockstar ❤️🔥 but fr he looks so good in it, it kinda reminds me of seonghwa and niki's undercuts too, I love this hairstyle (I wanted one too >_<)
and even though I'm all about the soft poet hyunjin agenda, I can't lie that he radiates a lot of fboy energy 🫣 (not that I'm complaining >////<) he's beautiful and enchanting either way 🤌🏻✨️
how I feel everytime I objectify men by writing the dirtiest smut I could think of for my readers ( sorry guys it's a joke okay i respect boys too -_- )
Olise lover boy fics (smau if that’s easier) CUZ I LOVE WHEN MEN ARE DOWN BAD. Like a nonchalant dreadhead being chalant asf for y/n is just ART. Like that boat video, bro gets caught lacking with his girl 💀🤩 and tt, insta, and all of social media has a meltdown
hii anon !!
I loveeedd it 🤭🎀 I confess that I'm a bit new in doing smau fics but I hope I got the vibes right, I kinda wanted to make michael in love but still trying to keep his cool idk it's cute either way 🫶🏻✨️ just a short smt for now bcs my drafts are a bit full, but I might elaborate on this concept in the future 🫣
michael olise finally fell in love and the internet is going a little bit crazy over it
⤷ a/n : I don't know if this is good, it's my first time doing a smau fic >_< I'm taking feedback on what you guys think of this format, it's kinda fun but it took me sm time to get everything in the aesthetic I wanted, if yall like this and think it's cute I might do more tho <3 also the pics are mostly for the vibes not really face claim, just imagine what you want :)
@ priscillaaa : girlieee who's dat boy over there??? 👀👀
⤷ @ notyourangel : he’s a bit shy >_<❣️
⤷ @ kittycat : but you aren't go on drop the name bb
⤷ @ louise.mp4 : oohh someone's in love 🩷
@ fashionglow : all girl bosses should have a yearner to lay their heads on
⤷ @ vannet : where can I get mine? 😭
⤷ @ bialovergirl : manifesting this fr 🙏🏾
⤷ @ models_archive : euro summer + hot guy yep she's living the dream
@ aesthetic_life : manifesting this aesthetic for my life all year round
⤷ @ babydoll : work your ass off girl or marry some rich guy
⤷ @ bibisbia : why not both 💅🏻✨️
@ m.olise : ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
⤷ @ bayern_zone : olise what are u doing here bro????
⤷ @ footballgirls : oohh we see you mr. nonchalant 🩷
⤷ @ oliselover : ugh fr?? I thought those where just rumors guys 😭💔
⤷ @ bibisbia : ffs shut up already
@ olisefanpage : MICHAEL OLISE AND PDA ON THE SAME SENTENCE??? Y/N WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM I'M SO PROUD OF YOU GIRL
@ model.updates : Y/N pulled the most unbothered guy in football and now he’s out here dropping flame emojis on her main and holding her waist like the power she holds is insane 😭🤌🏻
@ premier_tweets : michael who used to gatekeep his entire life now is out there clinging to his girl like she's the only thing in the world dudes so down bad 👀 respect for a man in love
@ pop_culture_girl : THE HAND PLACEMENT!!!! like man chill no one is gonna take her away from you, only you get to pull such a baddie
@ oficial.angel : and she said he's shy 😒 michael dear get in the line, there's a whole lotta people here who loved your girl wayyy before you 😋🎀 anyway cutest couple ever honestly I'm obsessed
@ pop_culture_girl : ON MY KNEES IT'S NOT A DRILL GUYS MICHAEL OLISE IS SO IN LOVE 😭😭😭 and I am so single this is not fair but anyway we ball
@ footballgirls : Y/N we know you have a full album on your camera roll with pics of this date 👀✨️🎀
@ bibisbia : STOP PRETENDING TO BE SHY AND DROP THE HARD LAUNCH ALREADY I'M GOING CRAZY HERE
@ vannet : olise holding her hand olise whispering in her ear olise feeding her pasta 😭✨️ Y/N pleeeeease give us the unreleased camera roll I am BEGGING
@ model.updates : aahhh stop gatekeping!!!!! need the official dump like asap, I just know her aesthetic photos of him go crazy
@ lukeluked : LOCKED IN ON WHAT???? BRO REALLY THOUGHT WE WOULDN’T NOTICE LMAOOO
⤷ @ football_daily : bro tried to sneak a soft launch into his pre-season dump like he isn't trending on twitter 💀
⤷ @ bayern_zone : mr nonchalant hiding a whole supermodel in his pics like no big deal 😶🌫️
@ mrunbothered : bro was faster than his girl this time 😂 the crop isn't hiding anything tho we know that's Y/N's hand 😭🔍
@ premier_tweets : he really posted seven photos of pure aura and then dropped a blurry picture of his girl and called it a day
@ notyourangel : nice jersey
⤷ @ m.olise : [ @ notyourangel ] give it back then
⤷ @ notyourangel : [ @ m.olise ] no <3
⤷ @ kittycat : THEY ARE FLIRTING IN INSTAGRAM COMMENTS I AM SCREAMING
⤷ @ bialovergirl : "give it back then" OH HE IS GONE GONE 🫠
⤷ @ priscillaaa : why are they so cute 😭 drop the hard launch already
@ m.olise : 🤝🏾 ❤️
⤷ @ veronicas2 : BFR OLISE NOT THE HANDSHAKE EMOJI 💀
⤷ @ kittycat : bro is incapable of being normal on instagram and we love him for that
⤷ @ notyourangel : [ @ m.olise ] stop trying to look cool and leave a decent comment on my pic
⤷ @ m.olise : [ @ notyourangel ] fine MA cherie MA princesse MA puce MY gorgeous queen MY baby MY angel the love of MY life better now?
⤷ @ notyourangel : [ @ m.olise ] not really what I expected but sure mon cœur 🥰❣️ love ya too
@ fashionglow : WE WON GUYS WE FINALLY GOT THE FULL LAUNCH 🥹✨
⤷ @ aesthetic_feed : the hard launch of the century honestly you guys look so ridiculously gorgeous together
⤷ @ vannet : i'm crying she deserves this fairytale so much my girl 😭❣️
⤷ kylianmycaptain : does this mean we might see kylian and ester on a double date with michael and Y/N 👀👀
@ premier_tweets : he really went from "he's a bit shy" to insta boyfriend in less than a week 🤌🏽 the power of a good woman!!
⤷ @ priscillaaa : since the word is already out, olise we're waiting for you to take Y/N to a match day and kiss her in front of everyone 🤭
hi girl, may i request a michael olise smut?? where he’s reserved in public but smitten and obsessed with you in private? i need him so bad omg😩😩
hii anon !!
thanks for the request I loved writing this fic for him, turned out a bit short but it's the perfect mix of funny, sweet and sexy 🤭 and preach on that I'm so down bad for him it's getting embarrassing now 🫣❣️
𐙚⋆.˚ shy! michael olise x girlfriend! reader [ request ]
michael prefers to keep his detached persona to the world and his clingy and freaky side just for you
⤷ a/n : I had this idea for such a long time and it fit him perfectly I hope it made sense on this context >////< I'm still a bit shocked so many people are enjoying my fics <3 I still need to revise my old ones tho bcs they're a bit ugh
⤷ contains : +18 hidden relationship hickeys showering together p in v sex breath play ( don't try this at home ) ⋮ ⌗ ┆ wc [ 2.2k ] — tags :
⤷ now playing : perfect by one direction
After ninety minutes of high stakes football, heart rates running at 200 mph, France had secured their place in the next round of the Euros.
Out of all that chaos, Michael hated the exhausting travels and the relentless stream of journalists and paparazzi camped outside the team hotel. But mostly, he hated having to burn through his remaining brainpower just to sneak you inside for at least one night together.
It wasn’t that he was embarrassed to be seen with you, or that he didn't care enough. He just wanted to protect the few moments of peace he had left in his chaotic life. Months of hiding you from the public eye, from teammates, close friends, and the media, had become second nature. Everyone wanted a piece of him, something to decipher or turn into headlines, keeping you secret was his way of keeping you safe, but selfishly, he also just wanted a part of his life that belonged entirely to him.
Right now, he had managed to sneak you past the back entrance and into a quiet corner of the hotel’s fancy restaurant, both of you hidden under oversized hoodies for a plate of overly expensive fries.
“You really snuck me into a luxury hotel just to eat some snacks?” You nibbled on a fry as a slight smirk grew on your lips.
“French fries,” he corrected, chuckling softly, the corner of his mouth curving up into a rare smile. “Great way to celebrate.”
Just as he started to lean in, Dembélé and Barcola strolled past the glass doors, deep in conversation about the match. In a heartbeat Michael shrank back into his chair, tilting his head away and pulling his oversized hood lower over his forehead as he casually grabbed another fry.
“If you’re gonna keep watching out for your mates, you should’ve just gone to the after-party or straight to sleep,” you teased, though you noticed the tight tension lingering in his shoulders.
“Nah, I wanted to see you,” he huffed, rubbing his tired eyes. “But in private. That was the whole point. You have no idea how early we’ve been waking up... I’m gonna sleep a whole day when we come back home.”
You bit your lower lip, giving him a light tap on his leg with your feet under the table. “You deserve it, star. You were amazing out there today.”
Michael slid his hand across the small table, covering yours, his rough fingers slipping beneath the cuff of your hoodie gently tracing the soft skin of your wrist and. “You know what else I deserve—”
“Would you two like any sauce with your fries?” A young waiter interrupted, offering a tight smile clearly reserved for working the late shift.
The usually nonchalant man froze across you, pulling his hand back to scratch his neck and turning his face that now flushed hard in a deep shade of red. “Thanks. It’s fine,” he mumbled.
Once the man walked away, you couldn't hold back a chuckle that rasped through your throat. “It’s fine.” You mocked him, muffling another laugh with your sleeves. “Oh my God, Michael, chill. We were literally just holding hands.”
“Shut up,” he muttered, his head still sideways, trying to hide the warmth on his skin, though a small smile trembled on his lips. “You know people can't find out about us.”
“I know, but you’re just so cute. All that red looks good on your face, Mickey.”
“Don’t call me cute.” His eyes flickered towards yours, head shaking in denial as a hint of bashfulness still lingered over him.
“Sure. How about that other morning, you clung to me for a whole hour before you’d even let me get out of bed? And to think that you spoke with Kylian on the phone and said you were ‘just with a friend’.”
“We are friends,” he countered playfully, a flirtatious spark returning to his eyes. “Friends with a lot of benefits and a slightly different label. But yeah... friends.”
You leaned back, raising an eyebrow. “Maybe I should go be 'friends' with Bellingham, then.”
“Fuck you.”
“Make me,” you mouthed back with a playful wink and a soft giggle.
The playful threat hung in the air just long enough for Michael’s jaw to tighten, a sharp glint flickering in his dark eyes. Without a word, he grabbed a couple of bills from his wallet, tossed them onto the table to cover the overpriced fries, and grabbed your wrist. An unmistakable possessive pull, leading you quickly through the quiet service hallways toward the private elevators.
The second the heavy elevator doors slid shut, sealing the two of you inside the mirrored box, his nonchalance completely shattered. Michael pulled you against his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist so tightly it nearly got you out of breath. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply with a heavy contented sigh.
“Don’t say stupid things like that,” he mumbled into your skin, his tone completely different from the cold facade he kept outside.
“It was a joke, Mikey—”
“Don’t care. Still don’t like it,” he grumbled, refusing to loosen his grip even an inch as the elevator chimed and opened up on his floor.
The moment the keycard clicked and the door to his room locked behind you, all the exhaustion from the past days of training and matches seemed to melt away, replaced by an urgent affection and an even needier hug. Michael backed you against the wall, resting his forehead against yours.
“Finally,” he breathed out, his hand sliding up your cheek to thread his fingers through your hair.
“I need to shower, Mickey,” you whispered, smiling as his lips brushed against your jawline.
“I think you meant we,” he murmured against your skin, peppering soft, needy kisses along your neck until a shudder ran down your spine.
You shook your head with a small smile as Michael followed you to the bathroom, leaning against the doorframe as you turned on the hot water, steam quickly filled the small room, the cold tiles dripping with condensation. His eyes traced every curve of your figure as you stripped off your clothes and stepped under the steaming spray.
In no time at all, you felt his strong arms wrapping firmly around your middle, his hard chest pressing warmly against the curve of your back as the hot water cascaded over both of your skin.
“What time do I have to leave tomorrow?” you asked, tilting your head back against his shoulder. “Do you still have training in the morning?”
“Nah,” Michael murmured into your wet hair. “But I think you should leave before seven. Kylian wakes up early and might see you around.”
You groaned softly, turning around in his arms to face him under the spray. “Why can’t you just tell them? They are your friends.”
“I don’t want them talking about you. Not yet.” His gaze softened, cupping your wet face with both hands, his thumbs gently tracing your cheekbones. “Let me enjoy you all to myself a little longer.”
Out of the steamed bathroom, the hotel room seemed to be held beyond time as you both finished showering around midnight. The bustling streets of the city below had finally fallen silent, and the low hum of voices through the hotel walls had died down as the other players went to sleep.
“You smell so good.” Michael was attached to your back again the second you both flopped over the plush white mattress. His arms locked tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against him so there wasn't an inch of space left between your bodies.
“Oh my God, you’re insatiable,” you giggled, adjusting the heavy duvet over the two of you, but he wouldn't let go even for a second.
“Can you blame me?” He mumbled, burying his face into the back of your neck and taking a deep breath. His lips found the side of your neck, sucking it lightly at first, then growing to a feverishly bruising kiss.
Michael’s hands were restless under the heavy duvet, his touch slid up from your waist, tracing the soft skin of your ribs before pulling you flush against his chest. Any lingering tiredness from ninety minutes on the pitch had completely vanished, replaced by a heavy desire that only ever came out when the two of you were behind locked doors.
“Michael...” you moaned softly as his lips brushed against the sensitive spot right under your jaw, biting down enough to draw a quiet gasp from your throat.
“I told you,” he rasped against your skin, his voice thick and dangerously low, “I’m not done with you yet.”
He rolled you onto your back, hovering over you in the dim light of the room. His eyes were dark, far from his usual shy reserve. In one swift motion, he stripped away the remaining barrier of clothes, fingers working with a needy urgency as he parted your thighs and aligned his tip with your damp entrance.
The slide was slow, agonizingly deep, making you arch your back into the mattress with a soft moan that he quickly drank up in a bruising kiss. His hands tangled tightly into your wet hair, holding you in place as he set a relentless rhythm. Every thrust was deep, heavy and completely possessive, making the bed frame shift slightly with a low rhythm against the carpeted floor.
“Look at me,” Michael growled softly, breaking the kiss just enough to stare down into your eyes, his chest heaving, sweat glistening on his skin under the faint light from the lamp on the nightstand. “Tell me who you belong to, baby.”
“You,” you panted, your fingers digging into his broad shoulders as the tension tightened in your lower stomach, bringing you dangerously close to the climax. “Only you, Mikey—”
Michael let out a low growl of satisfaction, feeling his hard length scrape every corner of your walls, hips driving harder as he chased his own release right alongside yours. He lifted his torso from yours, pulling your hips even closer to him as his rough palm slid from your breasts to your neck, slightly choking you, just enough to see some stars.
You were both breathless, completely lost in the heat, your walls tightening around him as your neck tingled in a numbing feeling. When suddenly the electronic chime of the room’s keycard reader cut through the heavy air.
Before either of you could even register the clicking sound of the lock, the heavy door swung wide open.
“Yo, Mike! You got an extra charger? I think I left mine on the airport and the lobby didn’t have one—”
At the gap of the entryway, Koundé froze on the spot to the shocking view of a sweat slicked Michael completely rigid on top of you, fingers around your neck and your legs still wrapped loosely around his waist under the duvet that barely covered your hips.
A suffocating silence fell over the room. Jules’ eyes went wide as he looked at Michael, then at you, then back at Michael, who gripped the sheets under his other palm with unbelievable force.
“...Oh,” Jules squeaked out, his voice dropping an octave as his brain finally caught up. “Wow. Okay.”
Michael looked as though he had been hit by a car that came out of nowhere. In a fraction of a second, the dominant lover vanished completely, replaced by a mortified boy that felt the heat take over his entire face.
“Jules! What the fuck!” Michael yelled, his voice cracking slightly as he scrambled violently backward, yanking the duvet up to cover your chest and burying his own burning face straight into the pillows.
“I’m sorry! I’m leaving!” Jules raised his hands in utter defense, muffling a laugh and backing out of the room so fast he nearly tripped over his shoes. “If I knew you were so busy I wouldn’t have come. You said you were going to sleep, dude.”
“Get out! Now!” Michael muffled into the mattress, not wanting to face either of you right now.
“Jesus, forget I was even here. Gonna hang the ‘don’t disturb’ card at your door for tomorrow.” Jules practically slammed the door shut with a final chuckle before the lock clicked back into place.
Silence returned to the bedroom, save for his heavy muffled breathing. You lay beneath the covers, heart still hammering at a million miles an hour from both the interrupted climax and the whole absurdity of the moment. You faced him slowly as he shifted on his back and covered his face with his toned arms with a grunt.
“Mikey?” you whispered, trying desperately to hold back a burst of hysterical laughter.
Michael’s face was still completely covered by a dark red, clear down to his neck, his eyes wide with pure disbelief as he lowered his arms. “Fucking hell. What’s wrong with these people?”
You finally broke, letting out a loud laugh and burying your face in his chest. “He’s gonna tell everyone, isn’t he?”
“He’s gonna torment me until the next Euros.” Michael groaned loudly, turning to his side to hide his face on the crook of your neck, but taking a quick moment to let his eyes trace the curve of it. “And don’t laugh too hard. Now I’m making everyone see that hickey on your neck tomorrow. Purple looks good on you too, babe.”
guys I had the most insane idea 🤭 michael olise x reader x jude bellingham threesome where she's enjoying her summer trip in idk italy whatever and she's talking with both on her dms and scheduling their dates until they actually find out about the whole thing and well they have quite a night together 👀 i'm gonna sleep now ugh I have so many things to write before summer ends (it's actually winter here)
